Mine

You can criticize me with your blank thought or expression that has no meaning or negative effect that attempts to change my emotional vision. I’ve seen this so clear, I’m steaming with corrective insights of my life in which poetry holds a special place in my heart. Forcing my soul to be strong and holding on having hopes of a future. I’m defined by my work and as imperfect as your thoughts are on the way I do things... these are MY things, my LIFE and my SOUL that I use to share my dreams to be heard. I give birth to these thoughts without reason. I’m a father to my art of writing and my thoughts are precious to me. What would you call an ocean without water, is what I am without poetry, dry and with dead thoughts. I contribute to this art form that seems to never judge the way I express myself. This is my place and my freedom that I will fight to the death of me and it’s MY Poetry. Just to be heard with one two or a thousand words I still will stand strong. This is for me and for those who want to listen or read, just to understand a different way of feeling, you’re not alone. I will write about the sunrise and the tears that fall from my eyes that flood the palms of my hands to water the soul of my poetry. Its apart of me. It’s not your right to judge or criticize me this is and will always be my Poetry.